December 23, 2006Aside

Rabi’s Dad did not listen

With due apologies to Tagore

This is an archived blog post from The Acorn.

Where the bigot is without fear and the dead is held high;

Where intolerance is free;

Where the world is being broken up into vote-banks by narrow domestic walls;

Where seats come in the way of the truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards reservation;

Where the clear stream of reason cannot find its way out of the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is herded into ever-narrowing thought and action—

In that hell of reality, my Friend, I find my country astray.

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